I want my body back!
Stunned by Italo’s story, I felt the need of laying down on the couch. Because of him I had been denied, at least temporarily, the paradise. I looked at him with hate and I promised myself that if one day things had got back to how they were I would've remembered of giving him fifteen bites on his calves. In that moment Smurf entered dragging tiredly his paws, he was missing big chunks of hair in various spots.
«Scoundrel, what did you do to the cat?»
«Nothing, yesterday night we had a little discussion…»
Smurf lifted his eyes and looked at me, then he looked at Italo. Then he looked at me again, with an expression of “now he’s going to make things right”. He went all convinced towards Italo and was about to rub on his leg, but he went through it and hit his head a
